22-09-2025, 02:08 PM
Chapter 75: Dawn's Desire
The tent's open flap let in the first hints of dawn, the hilltop stirring with the soft trills of birds and the faint rustle of leaves in the early morning breeze, the air crisp with the scent of dew-kissed grass and pine drifting from the forest below.
Nivi knelt on the sleeping bag, her nude body glistening in the dim light, her lips stretched around Raghavan's hard cock, her mouth working him with desperate hunger, saliva dripping down her chin as he thrust into her throat, his hands tangled in her hair. Her pussy ached with need, slick from the night's passion, her exhibitionism kink flaring at the thought of the open flap, the distant treehouse where Vikram might hear her gags and moans.
I'm his morning slut, taking him deep, she thought, her transformation pulsing, her body alive with the wildness of the mountain morning. The power/submission dynamic surged, Raghavan's commanding thrusts making her feel owned, yet powerful in her submission.
Raghavan's groans filled the tent, his hips bucking, his voice a filthy growl. "Fuck, baby, your mouth's so hot—take Daddy's cock, choke on it like the slut you are."
His thrusts quickened, his cock sliding in and out, her throat constricting around him, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity. Nivi's hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in, her moans vibrating around his shaft, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag, the sensation of being mouth-fucked under the dawn's light amplifying her kink.
The birds are waking to my sounds, she thought, her transformation deepening, her screams from the night echoing in her mind, letting out all her pent-up desires.
As Raghavan's pace intensified, his cock swelling in her mouth, Nivi pulled back suddenly, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. Her eyes met his, a mischievous glint mixing with her desire.
"Wait, Daddy," she whispered, her voice breathy, her hand stroking his slick shaft slowly. "I'm... still stained with your cum from last night. You deserve a fresh pussy, not a used one. Let me make this memorable—fuck me like it's our last dawn here."
Her words were dirty, teasing, her kink surging at the thought of being "ruined" for him, her body crawling up his, her lips crashing against his in a deep kiss, her tongue tasting herself on him.
Raghavan's hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, his cock pressing against her belly, his voice a low rumble.
"My dirty queen, worried about being used? That's what makes you perfect—stained with Daddy's cum, ready for more. But if you want memorable, baby, I'll fuck you till you scream for the sunrise."
His lips captured hers again, the kiss fierce, his teeth grazing her lower lip, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing hard, spreading her cheeks, the cool air teasing her slick pussy. Nivi moaned into his mouth, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back, her body straddling him, her pussy hovering over his cock, the tip brushing her wet folds.
"Start slow, Daddy," she whispered, her voice naughty, her hips lowering, taking him inside inch by inch in missionary, her pussy stretching around his thickness, the sensation a delicious burn.
The sleeping bag rustled beneath them, the tent's canvas walls fluttering in the breeze, the birds' calls growing louder as dawn peeked through. Raghavan's hands gripped her hips, guiding her down, his cock filling her completely, his voice a filthy growl.
"Feel that, slut? Daddy's cock in your ruined pussy, under this sky. Scream for me, baby—let the mountain hear how much you need it."
His thrusts started slow, deep, each one hitting her G-spot, his pubic bone grinding against her clit, making her gasp.
Nivi's back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples grazing his skin, her moans soft at first, building as she rocked her hips.
"Fuck, Daddy—your cock's so deep, stretching me." Her voice was raw, her kink flaring at the openness, the thought of her screams carrying to the ridge.
The dawn's light crept in, casting a pale glow on their bodies, the stars fading as the sky lightened, amplifying her thrill. "Harder, make me feel every inch—ruin me more."
Her words were dirty, her body responding with a slick warmth, her pussy clenching around him, her transformation pulsing as she let out her desires in gasps and cries.
Raghavan flipped her onto her side, lifting her leg over his hip in a spoon position, his cock sliding back in from behind, his hand reaching around to tease her clit with firm circles, his lips on her neck, sucking hard.
"Like this, baby—Daddy's cock owning your pussy, his fingers on your clit. Scream for the dawn, let it hear my slut cum."
His thrusts quickened, his free hand pinching her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, the dual sensation overwhelming.
Nivi's cries grew louder, her body rocking back against him, the grass visible through the open flap, the birds' calls mingling with her moans.
"Daddy, yes—fuck me, make me yours!" Her voice echoed, her pussy gripping him tighter, her kink roaring at the thought of being heard, her transformation in full bloom as she embraced the wildness.
He pulled out, positioning her on all fours in doggy, her ass raised, pussy exposed to the tent's open flap, the cool air kissing her wet folds.
"Ass up for Daddy, slut—let me fuck you like the wild queen you are," he commanded, his hands gripping her hips, his cock slamming back in with a deep thrust, the angle hitting new depths, his balls slapping her clit.
Nivi cried out, her voice a raw scream, her body rocking forward with each pound, her breasts swaying, nipples grazing the sleeping bag. "Fuck, Daddy—your cock's ruining me, stretching me wide!" Her screams pierced the morning, letting out her feelings—joy, desire, power—in wild bursts, the birds seeming to answer with louder trills, the dawn’s light growing, illuminating her bare form.
Raghavan's hand slapped her ass lightly, the sting a delicious contrast, his thrusts relentless, his voice a dirty growl.
"Scream louder, baby—tell the sunrise how much you love Daddy's cock in your wet pussy." His free hand reached under, fingers teasing her clit, rubbing in circles, making her body tremble, her pussy clenching around him.
Nivi's screams grew wilder, her body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, her transformation complete in this position—animalistic, primal, her exhibitionism kink roaring as she imagined Vikram hearing her from the ridge.
"Yes, Daddy—fuck me harder, make me cum!" Her final orgasm crashed, her pussy spasming around his cock, her screams a lioness's roar, releasing everything—her doubts, her cravings, her rebirth.
Raghavan thrust up, his release spoiling her her, his cum flooding her face, boobs, belly everywhere, his groans mixing with her screams, their bodies collapsing in spent ecstasy.
The tent's open flap let in the first hints of dawn, the hilltop stirring with the soft trills of birds and the faint rustle of leaves in the early morning breeze, the air crisp with the scent of dew-kissed grass and pine drifting from the forest below.
Nivi knelt on the sleeping bag, her nude body glistening in the dim light, her lips stretched around Raghavan's hard cock, her mouth working him with desperate hunger, saliva dripping down her chin as he thrust into her throat, his hands tangled in her hair. Her pussy ached with need, slick from the night's passion, her exhibitionism kink flaring at the thought of the open flap, the distant treehouse where Vikram might hear her gags and moans.
I'm his morning slut, taking him deep, she thought, her transformation pulsing, her body alive with the wildness of the mountain morning. The power/submission dynamic surged, Raghavan's commanding thrusts making her feel owned, yet powerful in her submission.
Raghavan's groans filled the tent, his hips bucking, his voice a filthy growl. "Fuck, baby, your mouth's so hot—take Daddy's cock, choke on it like the slut you are."
His thrusts quickened, his cock sliding in and out, her throat constricting around him, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity. Nivi's hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in, her moans vibrating around his shaft, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag, the sensation of being mouth-fucked under the dawn's light amplifying her kink.
The birds are waking to my sounds, she thought, her transformation deepening, her screams from the night echoing in her mind, letting out all her pent-up desires.
As Raghavan's pace intensified, his cock swelling in her mouth, Nivi pulled back suddenly, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. Her eyes met his, a mischievous glint mixing with her desire.
"Wait, Daddy," she whispered, her voice breathy, her hand stroking his slick shaft slowly. "I'm... still stained with your cum from last night. You deserve a fresh pussy, not a used one. Let me make this memorable—fuck me like it's our last dawn here."
Her words were dirty, teasing, her kink surging at the thought of being "ruined" for him, her body crawling up his, her lips crashing against his in a deep kiss, her tongue tasting herself on him.
Raghavan's hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, his cock pressing against her belly, his voice a low rumble.
"My dirty queen, worried about being used? That's what makes you perfect—stained with Daddy's cum, ready for more. But if you want memorable, baby, I'll fuck you till you scream for the sunrise."
His lips captured hers again, the kiss fierce, his teeth grazing her lower lip, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing hard, spreading her cheeks, the cool air teasing her slick pussy. Nivi moaned into his mouth, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back, her body straddling him, her pussy hovering over his cock, the tip brushing her wet folds.
"Start slow, Daddy," she whispered, her voice naughty, her hips lowering, taking him inside inch by inch in missionary, her pussy stretching around his thickness, the sensation a delicious burn.
The sleeping bag rustled beneath them, the tent's canvas walls fluttering in the breeze, the birds' calls growing louder as dawn peeked through. Raghavan's hands gripped her hips, guiding her down, his cock filling her completely, his voice a filthy growl.
"Feel that, slut? Daddy's cock in your ruined pussy, under this sky. Scream for me, baby—let the mountain hear how much you need it."
His thrusts started slow, deep, each one hitting her G-spot, his pubic bone grinding against her clit, making her gasp.
Nivi's back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples grazing his skin, her moans soft at first, building as she rocked her hips.
"Fuck, Daddy—your cock's so deep, stretching me." Her voice was raw, her kink flaring at the openness, the thought of her screams carrying to the ridge.
The dawn's light crept in, casting a pale glow on their bodies, the stars fading as the sky lightened, amplifying her thrill. "Harder, make me feel every inch—ruin me more."
Her words were dirty, her body responding with a slick warmth, her pussy clenching around him, her transformation pulsing as she let out her desires in gasps and cries.
Raghavan flipped her onto her side, lifting her leg over his hip in a spoon position, his cock sliding back in from behind, his hand reaching around to tease her clit with firm circles, his lips on her neck, sucking hard.
"Like this, baby—Daddy's cock owning your pussy, his fingers on your clit. Scream for the dawn, let it hear my slut cum."
His thrusts quickened, his free hand pinching her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, the dual sensation overwhelming.
Nivi's cries grew louder, her body rocking back against him, the grass visible through the open flap, the birds' calls mingling with her moans.
"Daddy, yes—fuck me, make me yours!" Her voice echoed, her pussy gripping him tighter, her kink roaring at the thought of being heard, her transformation in full bloom as she embraced the wildness.
He pulled out, positioning her on all fours in doggy, her ass raised, pussy exposed to the tent's open flap, the cool air kissing her wet folds.
"Ass up for Daddy, slut—let me fuck you like the wild queen you are," he commanded, his hands gripping her hips, his cock slamming back in with a deep thrust, the angle hitting new depths, his balls slapping her clit.
Nivi cried out, her voice a raw scream, her body rocking forward with each pound, her breasts swaying, nipples grazing the sleeping bag. "Fuck, Daddy—your cock's ruining me, stretching me wide!" Her screams pierced the morning, letting out her feelings—joy, desire, power—in wild bursts, the birds seeming to answer with louder trills, the dawn’s light growing, illuminating her bare form.
Raghavan's hand slapped her ass lightly, the sting a delicious contrast, his thrusts relentless, his voice a dirty growl.
"Scream louder, baby—tell the sunrise how much you love Daddy's cock in your wet pussy." His free hand reached under, fingers teasing her clit, rubbing in circles, making her body tremble, her pussy clenching around him.
Nivi's screams grew wilder, her body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, her transformation complete in this position—animalistic, primal, her exhibitionism kink roaring as she imagined Vikram hearing her from the ridge.
"Yes, Daddy—fuck me harder, make me cum!" Her final orgasm crashed, her pussy spasming around his cock, her screams a lioness's roar, releasing everything—her doubts, her cravings, her rebirth.
Raghavan thrust up, his release spoiling her her, his cum flooding her face, boobs, belly everywhere, his groans mixing with her screams, their bodies collapsing in spent ecstasy.